Building No. 8 for disaster survivors, seventh floor.
Lin Xuankong and Han Bao followed the smug-looking Han Liu into his home.
With the elevators out of service, the three of them carried bags of supplies and walked up to the seventh floor. For the three of them, who had already fused with the YZMM Gene Potion, carrying supply bags weighing seventy or eighty pounds up seven flights in one go was fairly easy.
On the stairs, the three also encountered several anxious disaster survivors whose faces were full of awe. These survivors had clearly learned that Lin Xuankong, Han Bao, and Han Liu had all become official Gene Warriors of Shelter No. 36. They had originally lived in the same building and would greet one another when they met, after all, they had lived together for nearly two years. Yet now, the vast gap in status and strength between Gene Warriors and ordinary disaster survivors made these people nervously hide in the corners of the stairwell whenever they saw Lin Xuankong, Han Liu, or Han Bao.
Han Liu and Lin Xuankong were fine with this scene, but Han Bao could not help furrowing his brow. Having served as an Auxiliary Security Member all along, he knew very well that when the Gene Warrior rescue team had first gathered these disaster survivors into Shelter No. 36, the survivors had felt more gratitude and closeness toward every member of the rescue team. This had continued until Xu Chong and several other Auxiliary Security Members became Gene Warriors. From that point onward, Shelter No. 36 had begun to change in flavor!
It no longer resembled a shelter for aiding disaster survivors. A strange atmosphere had begun to take shape. The survivors who had once cheered the Gene Warriors off whenever they went out